A/N ok, here's the deal, I am a slow writer with huge amounts of homework,
plus I have those half-exam things coming, so I'll write when I can, but I
will not put it up, unless I have at least FIVE reviews, more when I am
feeling mean.
Chapter 3 Harry opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. 'Someone took my glasses off,' he mumbled. He started looking for his glasses, when something in his mind clicked. He remembered why he was in this bed, and that he passed out before. He saw his glasses, they were on a table on the other side of the room. Then he heard someone's voice. It was familiar. 'Hello, Harry.' He turned his head so fast that he felt like he had just broken his neck. 'Hello, professor Dumbledore.' He still didn't have much friendly feelings for him. Then he remembered how he had trashed his office a few weeks ago. He suddenly felt embarrassed. 'Now Harry, I wanted to talk to you, because I have some unpleasant news.' While saying that Dumbledore took off his glasses. Harry climbed out of bed and took his glasses to put them on, he was about to sit down when he heard Dumbledore saying: 'Remus Lupin was found dead, yesterday.' Everything froze. Harry just stood in the middle of the room, not believing what he heard. A gigantic wave of sadness and frustration washed over him. He had bottled up his emotions all summer and now he felt like he was going to burst. The last Marauder was gone, his fathers last friend, his last adult friend. He felt like he was burning inside. 'NOOOOOOOOO!!!' he fell to his knees. A sudden power went through him, the room was filled with magical energy. It was windy in the room, but the weather outside was calm and quiet. 'Harry, we found something with him.' Dumbledore said, while handing him a piece of parchment. He opened it with shaky hands.
Round and round and round I go, who will be next, only I know.
Now Harry felt another emotion taking over him. Rage. Blind, consuming rage. He felt like he was going to explode. His vision went white and blurry as the room erupted with magical energy. The energy filled the whole house, shattering glass on its way. Dumbledore was sent flying to the other end of the room and the letter turned to ash. This was too much for him, he felt weak and helpless, drowning. With a dark voice he said: 'When the time comes, he will pay. I will take care of it.' He didn't know what took over him when he said that. It was similar to the feeling when Sirius died and he went after Bellatrix. Even to him, days, weeks, without food or rest, were exhausting. That shock didn't do any good either. He felt his consciousness leaving him. As much as he tried to fight it, he fell unconscious.
************************** Hermione woke up after hearing a loud 'bang' from Harry's room. She quickly got up and rushed to see what happened. He opened the door to Harry's room. The first thing she saw was that Dumbledore was slammed to the wall. He was conscious, but shocked. Harry was on his knees on the floor, definitely unconscious. She felt weird, this couldn't mean anything good. He looked at Dumbledore expectantly. She noticed that the windows were shattered and pieces of broken glass were everywhere. 'What happened?' she asked from Dumbledore. But Dumbledore didn't seem to notice, because he was sitting on the bed with his head low, mumbling something that sounded like: ' I knew he was strong, but no one is strong enough to go through such misery. Poor boy, no, poor man. He was never allowed to be a child, he was never young and carefree, even I had that luxury. He never felt loved when he was a child. This has made him strong, but with what price.' He lifted his head and saw Hermione, who was looking at him, tears in her eyes. He took a deep breath and pointed his wand at Harry. Harry began floating towards his bed. Dumbledoore looked at Hermione and said: 'Remus Lupin is dead, he was found with a note from Voldemort. I will be back to talk to Harry. Make sure he eats something, he looks dreadful, like he's going to fall apart every second now.' He mumbled something and all the windows were fixed. With those words he disappeared (A/N yes, disappeared, not disapparated) with a swish of robes around him.
Hermione felt shocked. She imagined how horrible it must be for Harry. She wanted to hug him and tell him that she's sorry, but she knew how he hated pity, even if it was just compassion. She knew he hadn't been sleeping lately. He blamed himself because for Sirius's death. She almost didn't recognize Harry when she saw him. He was much taller and thinner. His shoulders were wider, and his hair was longer, he looked manlier now. His clear, usually shiny green eyes were faint and foggy. He looked like he was in his own world most of the time. Her emotions got the better of her. He sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand. She felt tears running down her cheeks. She looked at Harry. He looked like a little boy when he was asleep, so young and innocent, so peaceful. She never spoke about it, but she too was afraid for her family and friends. Harry was always doing something dangerous. He was a magnet for trouble. Ron was a bit more stabile. He went along with Harry if possible, but he didn't have that 'hero instinct'. He wasn't the sacrificial type either. She couldn't stop thinking what would happen if Voldemort would kill her friends and family. Then she heard something. Harry was awake.
Harry woke up to see Hermione holding his hand and crying. He desperately wanted to believe that the events of the past hours were a dream. But he knew that wasn't true. Remus Lupin was dead, killed by Voldemort. He sat up, tears were falling from his eyes too. Hermione saw that he was awake, and threw her arms around him. The next second she was silently weeping on his shoulder. Harry was shocked. He had almost never seen Hermione lose her cool in front of anyone. There were rare times because of anger, and once after the first task in the Triwizard tournament, but never like this. He felt a sudden urge to protect her, to comfort her. He hugged her and mumbled: 'Ssh, it's going to be alright.' But he too was crying. He just held her close, stroking her hair and silently crying. He let out his grief and sadness with tears. He heard Hermione talking. 'Harry, I know you are hiding something from me. It's eating you inside, please tell me.' She still had tears streaming from her eyes. Harry considered telling her about the prophecy. She should know, she cares, and I need to share it with someone. 'Hermione, it's not easy to tell you this so please don't interrupt, because if I stop I won't be able to start again.' Hermione pulled away from him and sat next to him. He looked at him expectantly. ' Do you remember the prophecy we broke in the Department of Mysteries?' 'Yes of course.' 'That was just a recording of the real prophecy. The prophecy was made to Dumbledore, he told me what it was about. Ironically professor Trelawney made the prophecy.' Harry stopped to think how he should present this, he decided he would just retell it. It was burned into his mind word by word. 'I am going to tell you this just as I heard it. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...' 'When the prophecy was made it wasn't sure that it would be me. Neville was born the same day as me. Voldemort knows the first part of the prophecy. He didn't know that he himself would mark me, but he still chose me. He automatically thought that I'm 'the one'. He didn't choose a pureblood. He chose a half-blood like me. I am destined to murder or be murdered.' With those last words he let his head fall on his hands. He wasn't so sad anymore. He felt numb, he hadn't told anyone about the prophecy. Talking about made it real, inevitable. Tears were falling from his eyes freely. Somehow he didn't feel embarrassed with Hermione. After a whole month of denial he let his emotions out, and there was a person to comfort him. Hermione's face was full of horror. Her lower lip was shivering and her eyes were wide and shiny. Without a warning she almost launched herself at Harry and hugged him so hard that he thought she just broke some of his ribs. She began sobbing hysterically. She was sitting so close to him that she was almost on his lap. Harry embraced her and Hermione clung to him for dear life. She was practically curled up in his lap, crying her heart out. It wasn't awkward with Hermione crying on his shoulder. She didn't except him to be Super-Harry, she didn't expect him to be perfect, and he didn't feel obligated to do anything.
They both cried themselves to sleep. To a bystander it would have looked weird: Two teenagers of the opposite sex clinging to each other, but they didn't feel weird. They were friends, the best friends there are.
Ok, I know this has no logic. I promise I will deal with all the loose ends in the next chapters, and I am sorry to torment Harry that much. I am doing it to prepare him, he must feel no mercy to perform the killing curse. Sorry, if it's too short. Duh, of course it's too short, but it's my best so... HAVE MERCY!!! (For Percy...sorry I couldn't resist the rhyme)
Chapter 3 Harry opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. 'Someone took my glasses off,' he mumbled. He started looking for his glasses, when something in his mind clicked. He remembered why he was in this bed, and that he passed out before. He saw his glasses, they were on a table on the other side of the room. Then he heard someone's voice. It was familiar. 'Hello, Harry.' He turned his head so fast that he felt like he had just broken his neck. 'Hello, professor Dumbledore.' He still didn't have much friendly feelings for him. Then he remembered how he had trashed his office a few weeks ago. He suddenly felt embarrassed. 'Now Harry, I wanted to talk to you, because I have some unpleasant news.' While saying that Dumbledore took off his glasses. Harry climbed out of bed and took his glasses to put them on, he was about to sit down when he heard Dumbledore saying: 'Remus Lupin was found dead, yesterday.' Everything froze. Harry just stood in the middle of the room, not believing what he heard. A gigantic wave of sadness and frustration washed over him. He had bottled up his emotions all summer and now he felt like he was going to burst. The last Marauder was gone, his fathers last friend, his last adult friend. He felt like he was burning inside. 'NOOOOOOOOO!!!' he fell to his knees. A sudden power went through him, the room was filled with magical energy. It was windy in the room, but the weather outside was calm and quiet. 'Harry, we found something with him.' Dumbledore said, while handing him a piece of parchment. He opened it with shaky hands.
Round and round and round I go, who will be next, only I know.
Now Harry felt another emotion taking over him. Rage. Blind, consuming rage. He felt like he was going to explode. His vision went white and blurry as the room erupted with magical energy. The energy filled the whole house, shattering glass on its way. Dumbledore was sent flying to the other end of the room and the letter turned to ash. This was too much for him, he felt weak and helpless, drowning. With a dark voice he said: 'When the time comes, he will pay. I will take care of it.' He didn't know what took over him when he said that. It was similar to the feeling when Sirius died and he went after Bellatrix. Even to him, days, weeks, without food or rest, were exhausting. That shock didn't do any good either. He felt his consciousness leaving him. As much as he tried to fight it, he fell unconscious.
************************** Hermione woke up after hearing a loud 'bang' from Harry's room. She quickly got up and rushed to see what happened. He opened the door to Harry's room. The first thing she saw was that Dumbledore was slammed to the wall. He was conscious, but shocked. Harry was on his knees on the floor, definitely unconscious. She felt weird, this couldn't mean anything good. He looked at Dumbledore expectantly. She noticed that the windows were shattered and pieces of broken glass were everywhere. 'What happened?' she asked from Dumbledore. But Dumbledore didn't seem to notice, because he was sitting on the bed with his head low, mumbling something that sounded like: ' I knew he was strong, but no one is strong enough to go through such misery. Poor boy, no, poor man. He was never allowed to be a child, he was never young and carefree, even I had that luxury. He never felt loved when he was a child. This has made him strong, but with what price.' He lifted his head and saw Hermione, who was looking at him, tears in her eyes. He took a deep breath and pointed his wand at Harry. Harry began floating towards his bed. Dumbledoore looked at Hermione and said: 'Remus Lupin is dead, he was found with a note from Voldemort. I will be back to talk to Harry. Make sure he eats something, he looks dreadful, like he's going to fall apart every second now.' He mumbled something and all the windows were fixed. With those words he disappeared (A/N yes, disappeared, not disapparated) with a swish of robes around him.
Hermione felt shocked. She imagined how horrible it must be for Harry. She wanted to hug him and tell him that she's sorry, but she knew how he hated pity, even if it was just compassion. She knew he hadn't been sleeping lately. He blamed himself because for Sirius's death. She almost didn't recognize Harry when she saw him. He was much taller and thinner. His shoulders were wider, and his hair was longer, he looked manlier now. His clear, usually shiny green eyes were faint and foggy. He looked like he was in his own world most of the time. Her emotions got the better of her. He sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand. She felt tears running down her cheeks. She looked at Harry. He looked like a little boy when he was asleep, so young and innocent, so peaceful. She never spoke about it, but she too was afraid for her family and friends. Harry was always doing something dangerous. He was a magnet for trouble. Ron was a bit more stabile. He went along with Harry if possible, but he didn't have that 'hero instinct'. He wasn't the sacrificial type either. She couldn't stop thinking what would happen if Voldemort would kill her friends and family. Then she heard something. Harry was awake.
Harry woke up to see Hermione holding his hand and crying. He desperately wanted to believe that the events of the past hours were a dream. But he knew that wasn't true. Remus Lupin was dead, killed by Voldemort. He sat up, tears were falling from his eyes too. Hermione saw that he was awake, and threw her arms around him. The next second she was silently weeping on his shoulder. Harry was shocked. He had almost never seen Hermione lose her cool in front of anyone. There were rare times because of anger, and once after the first task in the Triwizard tournament, but never like this. He felt a sudden urge to protect her, to comfort her. He hugged her and mumbled: 'Ssh, it's going to be alright.' But he too was crying. He just held her close, stroking her hair and silently crying. He let out his grief and sadness with tears. He heard Hermione talking. 'Harry, I know you are hiding something from me. It's eating you inside, please tell me.' She still had tears streaming from her eyes. Harry considered telling her about the prophecy. She should know, she cares, and I need to share it with someone. 'Hermione, it's not easy to tell you this so please don't interrupt, because if I stop I won't be able to start again.' Hermione pulled away from him and sat next to him. He looked at him expectantly. ' Do you remember the prophecy we broke in the Department of Mysteries?' 'Yes of course.' 'That was just a recording of the real prophecy. The prophecy was made to Dumbledore, he told me what it was about. Ironically professor Trelawney made the prophecy.' Harry stopped to think how he should present this, he decided he would just retell it. It was burned into his mind word by word. 'I am going to tell you this just as I heard it. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...' 'When the prophecy was made it wasn't sure that it would be me. Neville was born the same day as me. Voldemort knows the first part of the prophecy. He didn't know that he himself would mark me, but he still chose me. He automatically thought that I'm 'the one'. He didn't choose a pureblood. He chose a half-blood like me. I am destined to murder or be murdered.' With those last words he let his head fall on his hands. He wasn't so sad anymore. He felt numb, he hadn't told anyone about the prophecy. Talking about made it real, inevitable. Tears were falling from his eyes freely. Somehow he didn't feel embarrassed with Hermione. After a whole month of denial he let his emotions out, and there was a person to comfort him. Hermione's face was full of horror. Her lower lip was shivering and her eyes were wide and shiny. Without a warning she almost launched herself at Harry and hugged him so hard that he thought she just broke some of his ribs. She began sobbing hysterically. She was sitting so close to him that she was almost on his lap. Harry embraced her and Hermione clung to him for dear life. She was practically curled up in his lap, crying her heart out. It wasn't awkward with Hermione crying on his shoulder. She didn't except him to be Super-Harry, she didn't expect him to be perfect, and he didn't feel obligated to do anything.
They both cried themselves to sleep. To a bystander it would have looked weird: Two teenagers of the opposite sex clinging to each other, but they didn't feel weird. They were friends, the best friends there are.
Ok, I know this has no logic. I promise I will deal with all the loose ends in the next chapters, and I am sorry to torment Harry that much. I am doing it to prepare him, he must feel no mercy to perform the killing curse. Sorry, if it's too short. Duh, of course it's too short, but it's my best so... HAVE MERCY!!! (For Percy...sorry I couldn't resist the rhyme)